Riley’s POVMy knees ached from standing through the accusations, and as the tension thickened, I finally lowered myself into the chair beside me. At least it kept me from swaying under the weight of their stares.Michael’s voice came clear, cutting through the heated murmurs. “Right now, all evidence is pointing at Riley. But let us step back and look at this from another angle.”The room quieted, even if reluctantly.“If I wanted to frame someone,” he continued, “I would not leave any trail. In this case, it is obvious the person who did this did not want to leave a trace. And they worked in a hurry. If it was Riley, she would have simply deleted the one message she sent out and left the rest of her work untouched. Instead, the entire record on her system was wiped out, everything except the work from yesterday and today.”His words lingered. Some shareholders exchanged glances. The logic was sharp, undeniable, but I could still sense their doubts pressing against me.“This means th
Riley’s POVMy eyes widened at the information glaring back at me. For a second, I could hear nothing but the sound of my own heartbeat thumping so loud it felt as if it would tear out of my chest.I stared at the screen in disbelief. My legs moved before I could stop them, carrying me closer to the monitor, as if standing right in front of it would change what was written there. My name and password, fixed boldly on the screen for everyone to see.I turned to the IT head, my voice shaking but loud enough to cut through the silence. “Check again. There must be a mistake. Please check again.”He gave me a wary look, then typed in the number once more as I read it out clearly, slowly, praying with everything in me that the digits would betray him, that the system would cough up another name, not mine.But the result did not change. My name blinked back on the screen, unshaken by my desperation.A murmur rippled through the boardroom before it swelled into voices. One of the shareholders
Riley's POVThe events of yesterday still weighed on me, but I had managed to hold myself together. This morning, as I got ready for work, I could not tell what would happen once I walked into that building. Still, one thing was certain. I would not sit back and let them drag my name or call my strategy stolen.The moment I stepped into the boardroom, the atmosphere shifted. Conversations cut short and the weight of unkind eyes followed me, but I kept moving. Right now, their stares were the least of my worries.I reached my seat and lowered myself into it, forcing my shoulders straight. I braced myself, steadying my breathing.Michael came in soon after, his presence pulling more eyes away from me. A few shareholders followed behind him. And then, Sienna walked in.I had not expected her here, though I should have known. With the size of their shares in the company, of course she would be present. Even so, my stomach tightened when she took the seat opposite mine.She looked straight
Zara's POVI sat in the garden with Grandma, sipping my coffee while absentmindedly scrolling through my phone. Most of the headlines didn’t faze me anymore. Gray Enterprises was always being talked about, either because of a project or because people could not stop stalking Michael. So when I first saw the name flash across the screen, I scrolled past without a thought.But then another headline popped up, bolder this time. Something in me paused. Against my better judgment, I tapped it.The words made my stomach coil. My eyes widened as I leaned closer to the screen. Gray Enterprises accused of stealing strategy from a small company.I blinked, sure I had misread. I clicked into the full article, and by the time I finished reading, my mouth hung open.My thumb scrolled down again, desperate to see if this was just another baseless rumor. A verified news page carried the same report, only this time there was evidence attached. Screenshots, side-by-side comparisons, all spelling disas
Michael’s POVThe word suspension still lingered in the air when I stepped forward. My chest was tight, but my voice cut through the room, cold and commanding, leaving no space for argument.“Enough.” I let it hang in the air, letting the single word cut through the tension like steel. Murmurs faltered, mid-whisper, eyes snapping to me. I didn’t need to raise my voice; the weight behind it spoke louder than any volume could.I let the tension settle over the room, then spoke with precise authority. ‘No rash decision will be made while I am in this room.For a moment, nobody moved. I felt Riley’s grip on my sleeve, the faint tremor in her hand. Her fear was there, just beneath the surface, but she had managed to keep it hidden in front of them, without cracking.I straightened, sweeping my gaze across the board members, the shareholders, the staff who had stopped working to listen. “This is not about finding a scapegoat. This is about the survival of Gray Enterprises. And survival is n
Riley’s POVMy legs felt like they had turned to stone, yet they carried me forward until I stopped just a few steps inside the floor. The air was heavy, pressing in, but I forced my spine straight. My palms were damp, my grip tight around my bag.One of the shareholders, his face flushed and rigid, broke the silence. His voice cracked like a whip through the stillness.“What is the meaning of this?”The words hit sharp, but I didn’t flinch. My chest hammered, yes, but I lifted my chin and met his glare head-on.“What exactly are you accusing me of?” I asked, my voice steady enough to cut through the room.He tossed today's newspaper at me, which slid across the floor and stopped at my feet. I blinked, then bent slightly, and picked it up with precision. Straightening, I smoothed the page flat, scanning faces before dropping my eyes to the headline.The bold headline stared back at me, the black letters sinking into my chest like weights:Gray Enterprises accused of releasing the sam